An Erotic Symphony

It was a fine August night in Equestria. Psychotic Symphony had picked her coltfriend, Crazy Orange, up in her white 2004 Saturn Ion L300. They were on their second date. She kissed him on his pale orange muzzle before driving off.

"I love you, baby," Crazy Orange cooed as they turned into the pink mare's driveway.

"I love you too, Daddy," she purred, nibbling his ear as they exited the car, "my parents can't know about what we're going to do in a short while."

As if on cue, a large, elderly, red stallion opened the front door, filling the lovers' nostrils with the smell of fresh hayburgers. He had a nail gun in his hands. "Who's this?"

A chubby, blue mare with a gray mane came out and confiscated his nail gun. She replied, "This is Psychotic Symphony's coltfriend, Crazy Orange. You, Buckeye, will not make him feel uncomfortable."

"Yes, dear," Buckeye mumbled, glaring at the pale orange stallion.